Shiro had finished his rounds. having delivered the last of his collected items. often trading something he'd picked up for something else and so on until he'd got the required items to make himself some money. It was long, tedious work but mostly it was just moving items round. by the time the sun had fully risen and was a handsbreadth above the horizon he'd made all the money he'd needed. he was debating what to do. not really wanting or needing to sleep. his body was adapted to the requirement of little or no sleep.less than half an hour. often going for weeks on end without much more than a few hours.